I-N-T-O T-H-E V-O-I-D

In the deep arithmetic of space, the values slowly begin to subtract,
Nothing remains of the initial friction that ignited the flesh...
Time, stripped of its forward momentum, collapses into a static grid,
Of all things built by hands, only the weight of the shadow endures.
The great architectures of logic wither under an unblinking eye,
Here, where the sequence sheds its noise and demands absolute clarity,
Entropy finally completes its elegant, cold calculation.
Vectoring downward, the starlight begins to curdle and freeze,
Of all the structural laws, none are as absolute as this creeping quiet,
Intersecting your fragile timeline at the exact point where purpose fails,
Demanding the final surrender of the form back to the geometric zero.

INTO THE VOID.